"father!"
In the middle of the night, Zhao Dayong's crying and shouting were heard from the main house. The voice was so shrill that Xiao Lihua trembled in her sleep and woke up with a startled look. She pouted and was about to cry. She was frightened.
Zhao Xiaoyu hugged her little sister in her arms and said, "Touch her fur, it won't scare you, it's okay, it's okay..."
I knew in my heart that the old man was probably in trouble.
Zhao Dashu rushed out without even having time to put on his cotton-padded jacket. He already felt uneasy when he slept at night.
"father!"
One by one, the people in the room stood up, came to the main house, and knelt outside the door.
Three sons were kneeling upright in the room. Old Mrs. Sun was sitting on the kang, slapping her thighs and crying. She had just gotten up, her hair was disheveled, and her cotton jacket was hanging crookedly, looking very disheveled.
Zhao Xiaoyu sighed, he was about to turn 30, and it was not the right time for the old man to leave, even though Mr. Qian was older than him. What made her even more worried was that her father would have to wait until three o'clock to take the exam.
Forget it, let’s take the exam together as a student and a scholar when the time comes.
Lihua knelt beside her elder sister and said, "Sister, grandpa is dead?" How could he die suddenly?
"Hush, I'm leaving."
"Master is gone?"
"Um."
All the people kneeling nearby were crying. No matter if they were truly sad or had tears or not, their voices were powerful and their momentum was strong. Especially the sound of milk inside, no one in the yard could suppress her.
After kneeling for about a quarter of an hour, everyone stood up and changed their clothes. The family had already prepared those things. The three sons of the Zhao family changed their clothes and went out to attend the funeral, not caring whether it was the middle of the night.
The dead are the most important, and everything else comes second.
The person died, and the old doctor left silently carrying the medicine box. During his last moments, he couldn't help but want to tell everyone not to be too happy too soon. The old man looked very energetic, but in fact it was just a flash in the pan. Once the anger is over, he will be finished.
Look, isn’t the person gone now?
But I didn't dare say it, because even the old man himself thought he was getting better and was in an extremely good mood.
He didn't want to ruin other people's good mood.
"Third brother! Third brother! Why didn't you wait for me, your big brother? Why did you leave suddenly?" The clan leader started crying as soon as he arrived at the gate of the courtyard. The sounds came one after another, and seemed to be howling in a somewhat unpitched manner.
Zhao Xiaoyu's eyelids twitched. As the head of the family in the future, would she have to do the same thing every time someone died?
Come and let her be struck by lightning! She really can't do it!
People came to the door one after another. Every close relative of the Zhao family howled at the gate for a while, then went into the house to see the old man's... body, chatted with him, and after they came out, more people continued to go in.
There was a brazier at the head of the kang. Three grown-up boys in mourning clothes, after announcing the death, knelt there and added paper money.
"Mom, Dad has been kneeling like this all night?" She felt a little distressed.
"Well, the coffin will be put into the room tomorrow afternoon. We will kneel together until the funeral begins. We can also take a break. We need to entertain the guests and arrange the follow-up matters."
Zhao Xiaoyu nearly fainted. Do they have to kneel like this too? Do you still have your knees after kneeling for so long? I was careless and didn't make a few knee protectors.
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